There are hundred words you won't hear from me
But in this poem, you will see.
Not all wounds are visible
But everything feels unbearable
In the eyes of many, it doesn't hurt
Some ignore it like it was a dirt.
It's easy to tell someone to move forward
But when you are on your weakest point, it's hard
Did you come on the time when you already feel empty?
That what is happening seems an unwanted fantasy.
Time doesn't heal anything, it only leaves scars
It's like chasing unending running cars
The pain will hurt you over and over again
Like a thunder and lightning with a heavy rain.
